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And time doesnt heal. It does not mend the wounds, it simply covers them on top with a gauze bandage of new impressions, new sensations, life experiences.
And sometimes, getting caught on something, this bandage comes off, and fresh air enters the wound, giving it new pain. Time is a bad doctor. Makes you forget about the pain of old wounds, inflicting more and more new ones... So we crawl through life, like its wounded soldiers. And every year the number of poorly applied bandages in my soul grows and grows...